Today Ian was in rare form! If he could get into something, move something, or mess with something he did. He found the rug in front of the back door and brought it to the front door. As he carefully put it into place I called him a stinker.
He looked right at my and said, "No momma, I a pooper!"
What a stinker he is!
About a boy. And his mom. And photography. And the occasional sentence fragment.
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Ummmmm . . . I do believe that Ian is one of our grandsons. Yes, I truly do believe that he is! LOL
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readstoomuch
and you'll be scrapping this, no?
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